Casino Satellite
Omega Station || Orbit
Omega Station || Orbit
Crow sat at the bar of Omega station’s favorite casino, he wasn’t here as the old smuggler, or the heartless gunslinger, no, unfortunately, he was here as his alias, Damon Kross. He looked nothing like his usual self. The paramilitary gear had been replaced with a crimson tunic inlaid with fine silver embroidery. Over his shoulder, he wore a sable half cape and under that cape, he wore his blaster. His pants were black with a crimson stripe down the side, and his boots were polished to shine. He hated every minute of this fucking alias.
“Another drink, sir?”
“Yes, ma’am!” he replied in a chipper Corellian accent.
The bartender brought over another Corellian pale ale and “Damon” took a swig.
Casino Satellite was popping. Sentients of all kinds sifted through the pleasures the casino had to offer. On occasion, he’d spot someone taking a bump here and a bump there. His eyes kept filtering through the crowd when he spotted a transaction going down. The waitress had approached just like any other, but before she could offer anything, her customer placed a single white chip with a gold center onto her serving tray. Surprise flitted across the woman’s expression, but was covered by a practiced smile. She slipped her hand into her apron and they made the exchange.
That confirmed it. They were moving glitter. As if seeing this exchange suddenly opened his eyes, Crow couldn’t look anywhere without seeing someone doing glitter. A grin as wry as whiskey spread across his face. This had the makings of a very profitable deal. The hand that was hidden behind his cape pressed the comm connected to his belt.
"I think this whole place is high," he said into his wireless headset. He leaned back casually against the bar and took another sip. Terra had put him in contact with a Slicer named Mars. Their task was to infiltrate the Casino and locate owner Yoris Barnstein's office. From there it would be up to Mars to plant a virus. The details on that end got hazy for Crow he was terrible with technology outside of Starships.
"Any luck with the doors?"
@lizziie
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